Yesterday morning visit to a German couple who every year at the time of firsts traveled roads of Beaujolais to fill the trunk of Beaujolais Nouveau. It will not translate into German "Beaujolais Nouveau, is crap"? There's not a Jean-Pier Koff home to kill us the neck every year? Although ours, since he is shopping at Leader Price, he became nice. His cousin bump perhaps at Lidl?
I was doing boxes when they entered the local bottle without screaming "STATION !!!!!" (I never understood that expression, so German). It has shaken the paw "- hello", "- glutamate" I said (I did a little alemen at school), then crossed the court to settle in the vault tasting (because my house Beaujolais Nouveau, it is eaten). Mr. spoke French more than a correct (phew!), Madame was less comfortable and when it became too hard for her by the wealth of vocabulary with which I usually put it, her husband was the interpreter. In fact, how one says "leek" in German because with Klaus was not found?
I put my bottles on the barrel, banana head, it catches vigorously to present to his wife. (?) And he said something like "well this bottle banana is a kind of synthesis between Magritte and Andy Warhol."
I serve the drinks, he takes his own, puts his nose in it by closing your eyes, like super concentrated. It lasted several seconds like that and I was hanging on the lips German. So WAS IS das? It Schmela gutta? I thought very hard. And then there s'tourne to his wife and said something in German and I say yeah yeah and there s'retourne to me and it says me you speak German and I will not answer him at all why?
So? What do you think? I asked him (in French) and he replied "very good" "very good" by nodding. I've always been a staunch defender of the idea a Franco-German unity on the governance of the euro area, it made me really happy. I put the spittoon in the middle of the barrel, but they were not needed. After he told me a whole bunch of stuff really well on my wine, I even think about what my mother told me that should not be assumed but in every race has property y '.
then I made them taste my wines of the vintage 2009. He enjoyed my moderately Fleurie oak barrels. "I do not like the woods, I am not American" it said, with his accent, I would have doubted.
Every time I served him a drink, he went outside to better appreciate the flavors. This guy, I told myself again, it is not come here to talk about paint and he has a good jacket. I even ended up asking whether at home, he ate not out to better appreciate the wine he drank. It was ah ah ah because it did laugh after he translated to his wife and made hi hi hi.
After a while, he finally let go it was a friend of Marcel Lapierre, it was like thirty years he hung out his gaiters in Beaujolais. Live, I offered to go taste the wine cellar in 2010, the kind of thing that should not suggest to anyone when you did anything (but I did not say). I went free, I let him taste my wines the most "interesting" (I like that word, it means nothing). The first mill (and why not?), I find it so good now that the other day I wanted to launch a Facebook cocktail "Go to Bachelard Fleurie to 18H. I have a Lightning 41hectos Mill that tastes of death. Come! (bring your drink and your swimming trunks, the Saone is not far). Klaus and his wife liked it but I had never heard that Klaus resents the manganese mill, it makes him sick. You knew you, right? Besides the afternoon, it's funny, we had a visit from a geologist who works at the CNRS and we talked about soil, but I come here. Yes, I come here.
then I made him taste the lightning floral aromas of where closed in bud are still trying to grow (it's nice eh). Well Klaus taster at the end, I found the violet, yes sir. It was small rounded with his hand up to the face, mouth open, leaning his head back and I told her "persistence?", "Yes, persistence! There wine in there!" he replied that he clearly knew what to say to the tenants to put their heart in joy. Good stop, it has nothing annoys me more than guys who spend their time doing their wine section. It is also written with a touch HB, you can erase easily if it bothers you.
We returned to the vault. They said they wanted lots of bananas, even we were all disappointed because I had booked them as 18, I knew that the Germans liked bananas. We narrowed the paw in the other direction, I told them to call me when they arrive in Germany to tell us that they had indeed arrived, as my mother with me when I leave home, he had a good laugh but I do not hear his wife hi hi hi door was already closed.
They left, he should be close to 14 hours, even as I ate cold, it's a shame this season. I was going to do my samedicale nap when my phone rang. It was the lady of the above (in the text, the geologist) who wanted to know if I could get him to sell wine. I've given up on my nap because business is business. Anyway, with the job I have at the moment, I am a bit stressed and I have nightmares for a nap.
I go down, the lady was accompanied by a gentleman. They told me it was from Aix les Bains, it is of Aix en Provence and they are fans of Beaujolais-Villages. So I tell them you met in Aix history of their show here that if we make good wine, it is not too bad at joking. The lady was holding the special wines Point, thank you Mr. Smith.
It is left to the vault. Beaujolais-Villages so. They taste. They like. Flowers. They taste. They like. (But you'll shut your big mouth pretentious!). Then we gossiped. Then the lady told me she is a researcher (researcher?) At CNRS. Geologist. It bump with vitis in the south, it works in the development of an organic fertilizer. It can spin me full info on soil, I write to him, she supervises master students of geology and can perhaps help me in my understanding of my soil. I tell him about the book from Kermit Lynch, my adventures on the wine trail and the history of gooseberries that influenced the taste of wine, that he was aware there after they had been uprooted, the wines of the Clos Bachelard smelled of violets and the ground was strewn with wild thoughts of the same botanical family of purple. She explains that the plants by their roots can modify the structure of the soil in which they grow, and the soil in turn affect other plants like the vine, it can give me the above information by mail.
But me, I really want to say thank you to Mr. Chance encounters for these nice people how interesting and sympathetic as in all races there are good ones. Ah ah ah.
hi hi hi.